Chapter 507: Stay Like This
Once August had wriggled out of his tickling fingers, she sighed with a smile, her head against the pillow. She was back in their bed, back in their home, back under his adoring eyes.
Graeme rumbled over her again with his soft growl, the fierce predator seeking his prey. He caged her in his arms, his gaze sweeping over her face, and then he bent to kiss her. It was a simple peck, meant only to follow up the teasing with the truth. But when their lips touched and that instant jolt of electricity shuddered through both of them, firing off all the nerve endings and beginnings that had been dormant without each other, he pressed further in, seeking more—seeking everything they had been denied while she was away.
Her mouth was like the bud of a flower, blooming against his to offer that sweetness within. She moaned softly and raised off of the bed, seeking more, her fingers finding the hem of his shirt and pulling upward until he took over and pulled it the rest of the way in one graceful movement. His chest and torso and all the firm expanse of him that was braced over her, powerful and gentle at the same time, became visible and she whimpered, running her fingertips down his sides to make him shudder under her touch.
Her hands were faster, more urgent, seeking now the waistband of his pants. But he urged her to slow with his mouth and his lips and his tongue that pushed back against her, making her lower herself back onto the pillow, finding a sensuous rhythm in that heat of her that made her bloom further, all of her opening to him, offering herself to him, seeking to be taken and tasted fully—more than just her mouth.
Finally one of his palms was on her skin, and he slid his hand up under her shirt to caress the curve of her waist, growling softly into her mouth and making her shiver with how slow he was, taking his time to feel her body react to him. He dropped, pulling his mouth away from her to kiss the swell of her stomach over and over again in different places, and her head lifted to watch him until his eyes slid to hers once again and she saw the tenderness there.
Her lip trembled with the way his fierce love pierced her to her core, and he stopped what he was doing, pausing to reach up and caress her face.
"Are you okay?" His voice—gentle, deep, loving—all of the things that she hadn’t been able to hear while she was on Zagan’s island.
She nodded, but tears began sliding down her face and she pushed herself up onto her elbows. "I missed you. I missed you so much," she whispered, pulling him to her again with a tug on his forearms, a tacit indication of where she wanted him—up next to her.
He crawled over her, prowling toward her mouth again with his shoulders rolling deliciously but all she wanted was his eyes on her—his gaze, his long eyelashes, those now golden flecks of their combined soul alighting on her and devouring her with his love. He dropped over her, their bodies flush and aligned and then he dipped, taking her mouth again and pulling that warmth into himself as he offered his own and rolled his hard body against the softness of hers.
She whimpered, demanding more with the urgency of her kiss and her fervent hands, lifting her own shirt over her head and then pulling his torso back against her—legs curling around him to pull him further, seeking that slide that would unite them.
With all of this finally she succeeded in causing him to abandon his slow worship. He growled again—that thrilling sound that trilled inside of her and she echoed it. In simultaneous movements and with their mouths and soft growls still entangled, they removed each other’s pants in a frenzy and Graeme slid her into position where she aligned perfectly under him, pausing only to find her pleading eyes.
When he entered her, she gasped, falling back against the pillow with her chest heaving. "Goddess, yes," she breathed out into the air, the fullness of him completing her, and she shuddered around him, teasing him without meaning to.
His hips slowly released and then pulsed again, pushing another gasp out of her over and over, dipping and swirling and seeking his Moon with that movement that made her jolt and her breasts bounce in reaction to him. He moaned, cupping that supple flesh of her that fit so perfectly in his hands as he pulsed faster, seeking to push her up that climb with him to the peak of sensation together.
Her mouth fell open to a perfect O, and he dipped to accept its invitation to be filled with him—his tongue filling her mouth and rolling over hers, their soft growls spurring each other on and turning the kiss hungrier and more demanding until he had to break from it for breath, his forehead kissing hers as he watched himself enter her, the sound of their skin slapping together with the limitation that their bodies insisted on—he couldn’t enter her and devour her completely... only this part of her.
She arched, changing the angle she received him from until her eyes rolled back and she was shuddering around him, a cascade of trembles that had her gasping for air, eyes flying open to find him in her blinding moment of ecstasy. He growled in satisfaction at her release and pushed harder into her, gritting his teeth—wishing to keep her there on that summit until he joined her. With her gasps and moans and the shuddering, slapping skin of her soft body under him, he finally roared at the finish that had been so long coming.
"Goddess, yes. Yes," he moaned, pushing into her one last time and staying there, collapsing over her in exhaustion as their bodies remained united.
August hummed her agreement, a smile blooming on her face at the sweaty mate who was now spent and resting over her, his forearms braced against the bed as he regained his breath. His brows were threaded together, eyes closed. He nudged her cheek with his nose, dropping it then into the crook of her neck where he relished in her comforting scent and the heat they had created together. He nipped her mark, and she shuddered under him once again.
"Let’s stay like this," she sighed, running her hands through his hair that had become loose and was falling around her.
"I can live with that," he said, his voice muffled against her skin. He nipped her again, sealing his agreement to it against his mark.
